Oba is victorious - that is a fact that appears utterly apparent to the majority of the Fire Earthlings in their camp. What concern is it of theirs that the Tendaji savages, in their desperation, are assembling for another battle? The previous victory was only proof of the truth of their king's claim to these lands. This battle will be no different. Even those in command hold a certain satisfied pride at the condition of their troops - and yet there are those who have some doubts.
A beast fell in the last battle, and even if there are two more to rage on the battlefield against their enemies, the loss of such an asset is keenly felt by some - especially those who fought on the battlefield, and saw the fierceness of their enemies. Beyond that, while many have been captured in the campaign through Jauhar, that also means the Oban supplies are dwindling faster, with more mouths to feed. This isn't a concern when a trade caravan connects them to their motherland, but for the time being, having advanced into Jauhar so far, the forces have outpaced a steady supply route, leaving the camp more desperate for food than they'd like to admit.
Tents have been spared for those Tendaji savages that have been captured, and makeshift corrals have been erected, guarded by Oban soldiers at night, while during the day the prisoners are escorted and worked. Some are tasked with clearing the land, as much as possible amidst the huge trees of Jauhar, so the army can advance - while others are supervised while preparing food or poultices for the battle to come. The Obans are many, and armed, and yet they also are stretching their forces - and so they've asked for civilian Obans amidst the advancing army to assist with the guarding of the prisoners so the forces can rest.
For the first time, Obans and Tendajians meet under nonviolent conditions. Will the prisoners seek to change the views of their captors, to escape, or use their proximity to the Oban forces to, perhaps, enact some Tendaji-brand chaos? And will the civilian supervisors be able to successfully keep the Tendaji prisoners' contained?
||Oba Camp||
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The Oban camp is arranged in a strict grid, with everything put into its own special place.
Soldiers' Tents: In its own corner of the camp, the soldiers have erected tents, interspaced with campfires at which they wait for the battle to come. Some drink and participate in merriment, confident about the upcoming battle.
Supply Tents/Quartermaster: Settled next to the soldiers' tents, an old Oban quartermaster guards the supplies, releasing them on a strict, carefully documented system. If escorted by an Oban, some of the Captured are allowed in to maintain the weapons, under strict observation.
Healing Tents: A place for healers to congregate, taking care of the future casualties of war. Here an Oban physician oversees any prisoners who volunteer to craft potions for the war to come. There are, however, many ways for a potion to go wrong... Also a mini-game, found HERE.
Generals' Tents/High Security Prisoners: Highly guarded, Freya and Besian are said to be here, kept close to the generals as important war criminals.
Captured Tents: Tents barred in by a makeshift fence made from Jauhar trees, the fenced in area is surrounded by tents belonging to Soldiers to east, and tents belonging to the Nobility to the West.
Noble Tents: The rich, decadent tents of the nobility and higher class soldiers, it is usually well defended but also filled with curious nobles ogling the captured Tendaji citizens as if the fenced in area is a private zoo. With most soldiers relaxing, the nobles carry on believing they are well defended, when in actuality there is little standing between them and the Tendaji captives should they escape.
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||. Chapter 6: Alliance will begin on Wednesday, October 1st and will run until the end of the chapter. Expected end of Meta is early to mid December. ||. Following will be an event with the results of the Meta. ||. For the Meta, every 7 posts may be counted towards a versatile point. You may earn as many points as you post. ||. Please limit to up to 2 posts between NPC posts (these should be spaced out by responses from others to your post, no needless posting just to get more points). ||. Only 1 post will be allowed when the battle system is introduced. ||. While participating in the Meta, you may not start any new RPs. ||. However, you may continue RPs that were started before you joined the Meta. You are also welcome to write Solos/Journal Entries while you are participating in the Meta. ||. Characters currently in an ongoing class quest may also battle and participate. They can use the meta towards their next stage growth, though they will continue to use their old stats in battle (unless their quest is finished and they are waiting on art, but have already rolled new stats.) ||. You may escape the Oban camp by participating in the Potions and Poisons mini-game, or by working with at least two other players to escape together. ||. Remember that your decisions WILL affect the outcome of this meta! ||. If you have any questions, please post them in the Main Thread.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 2:25 pm
N A E V I U S
Naevius was proud of their army for achieving all they had. It was a pretty big accomplishment and was bringing glory to her family and that was something she would never be disappointed of. She had had some good times already as well as earning some of her own glory and made some friends along the way. Nae was so glad she had been allowed to come and experience such history making. She walked proudly out of her tent to see what else may be happening or the current news. Those captured held her attention most of the time, especially the one she and Ichil had found. It was a moment of pride for her, but she still wasn't quite sure what she thought of them. It was for that reason that the woman they captured wasn't mistreated by them. Of course, there was nothing they could do once they had turned her over, but Naevius still liked to keep an eye on her. Nae didn't want to go over there by herself of course, so she would wait around until she could drag someone with her.
Dyakida hated waiting. She was capable of it, and her job required some degree of patience, but not like this. Not this interminable, damnable, petrifying, helpless waiting surrounded by strangers and enemies. Her hope for rescue had dwindled – she was certain, by now, that Peyla had been eaten by something along the way and had failed to summon help.
She felt useless, the same way she had long ago when she had first lost her sight. Back the, she had been surrounded by family, supported and loved and cared for. Now, it was much worse and Dyakida had never felt so horribly alone.
There were other prisoners, of course. She could hear them and smell them, and she could feel them when they moved, but so far she had not spoken to any of them. She didn't know if there were any sisters among them, or if they were all earthlings. How could she know? She could not see, and when the two arguing Oban women had turned her in – reluctantly, if that meant anything – to the soldiers, she had been hustled into the tents along with everybody else. No introductions, nothing – just a space to curl up in and wait.
She hated waiting. They had asked, when they had found out what she was, if she would help them with the weapons but – so far – she had met them with silence. She would not help them.
Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 2:36 pm
Nuawahn – Wind Healer (Conscript) Healing Tent: Making Potions
Nuawahn was stressed as his new potion boiled and bubbled, afraid that if he did wrong – if he made one misstep – everything would come crumbling down. He looked anxiously at the Oban watching him, hoping that they would not somehow find fault with his work.
He did not like helping them, not at all. They were bad people – he hadn't realized that people could be bad until they had threatened him and Ogbonna and all the people like they had. Nuawahn was ready to believe, of course, that it had just been the Oban that had taken him aside and told him they would hurt people if he didn't lend a healing hand and make potions for them. So far, though, they were all mean, and he was tired of it.
But what could he do? If he didn't do as they said, they would be worse. So, he obeyed, and things were... not terrible. He got decent food, and he was allowed to visit Ogbonna, and he could sneak things into the prisoner tents sometimes, and he was allowed to have Jelta around, but it was not right.
It was not right.
Nuawahn's head began to throb as he stirred the potion. He wanted to be away from here, somewhere, anywhere else...
Ethelfleade sat on the floor and nursed her sprang ankle. Ever since she twisted it when she was captured it still wouldn't stop hurting. Of course, its not like she could just ask for a potion or a salve or anything so she had to endure the pain. Being in the enemy camp was hard for her. They had made her do various kinds of labor even with her ankle, she worked hard through the pain as to save anybody else who was worse than her from having to do any. In that time, her anger grew. She became more brooding and all she could think about was getting the heck away from these evil people. It wasn't until more people started getting thrown into the captured pen that the plan had started forming.
It was when she noticed an Alkidike being herded into the tents that she the plan started coming together. She recognized the woman from all the previous battle events: the tournament and the big last battle. She was that weapons maker, and it was almost a blessing that she had been captured. Ethelflead stood and approached the alkidike slowly. "May I sit and speak with you for a moment?" She asked, her voice soft as to not have anyone not in the immediate vicinity overhear.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 2:56 pm
A E D E L R I C
How in the world had they gotten themselves into the middle of the war. He knew they should have just stayed in Oba but Epo had to come explore the exotic forests of Juahar. There had been many neat things, of course, many that they could probably take back to Oba to sell and make some money. But they had gotten roped up into helping around the camp before he could gather things to take back to sell. It was kind of a shame that things were being cut down, it was a mystical place Elric thought, but for the glory of Oba blah blah blah.
After his parents were killed during another of Oba's wars, Elric wasn't to fond of fighting. Which was the reason he wasn't exactly fond of being in the war camp. But, he would act the Oban gentleman and maybe do what he could while still remaining as out of it as he could. Perhaps one of the ways he could do this was by making potions. He entered the healing tents to see one of the Tendajian prisoners already at work on a potion under the watchful eye of an Oban physician. It was good they were watching them otherwise one of them could very well try to poison them all.
Dyakida – Alkidike Artisan (Prisoner) Captured Tents: Talking to Ethelfleade
When she first felt someone move towards her, Dyakida did not react. After all, she did not know if they were approaching her, or just moving to another spot in the barren tent.
When they spoke, however, Dyakida turned to her. Her ears were sensitive, and it was not hard to hear her. Eyes closed – not that that mattered – Dyakida raised an eyebrow incredulously.
”If you wish.” she said, morosely resigned, shifting a little so that there was more space in the not-very-comfortable corner, ”I have no reason to stop you.” Talking would ease her boredom and worry, and she welcomed the oppurtunity, though she knew she looked antisocial. She waited, curious as to why someone would speak to her, after so long not being spoken to.
”I am Dyakida, a crafter of weapons... if you did not already know.” she said after a short moment, ”Who are you?”
Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 4:19 pm
Ogbonna - Guard (Gauntlets) -> Prisoner Location: Captured Tents -> Pitching a fit Post: 1
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!" Ogbonna shrieked as he was shoved into the nearest tent by his captors, one of which had stolen his gauntlets. Not that it really mattered in the physical sense, he still had his fists, and his teeth. In fact, he had already bitten the arms and hands of those who had grabbed him first, and he was more than ready to sink his jaws into them again. He thrashed ever forward, ramming his head against whatever stood in his way. Sure, he was shoved right back down and practically thrown against the fence, but since when did violence like that ever phase him? He stood, his eyes partially covered by his hair, and continued to fight against anyone who came to control him.
"I won't give up! I'm not going to let you make me your slave!" He spat, before making yet another sprint for the makeshift fence again. If he could break it, he could make a run for it! The only thing standing in his way were these stupid soldiers!
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 4:30 pm
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Eponine - Prentice -> Loyalist Location: Healing Tents -> With her brother, Aedelric Post: 1
Eponine wasn't enthralled with the camp, or any of it's inhabitants for that matter. She wasn't the sort of girl who enjoyed sitting around and waiting, and nor was she the sort of girl to be told exactly what her job was. Still, despite finding herself far from where she'd rather be, having her brother to keep her company was always something to smile about.
"Brother, fetch me some water, please?" She asked, fluttering her eyes at Aedelric. "I thirst from this heat, and none of these ingredients look quenching..."
Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 4:34 pm
Senja: Prisoner in Captured Tents (she is preggers) Post 1
Senja, in the fourth month of her pregnancy, was a very unhappy woman. She was in this filthy place, not being fed food, been spereated from family and friends, and had no way of knowing if her child would be born into captivity or not.. or if she'd survive to actually give birth. All sorts of complications could occur! And it wasn't like these savages would spare a healer if it happened.. not for a prisoner....
She focused on complaining to herself, it kept her from going insane with worry, fear, and kept her from crying. At least Shilea got away, she thought sadly, it's just me and Ete that got caught... Well, not Ete, she thought as she saw her sprite slip into the tent. Ete wasn't trapped, just staying to make sure "her" Senja wasn't hurt. Hopefully no one notices her and tries to take her away! Senja thought as she curled up and hid her sprite behind her hands.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 4:46 pm
Rayolun: Prisoner in Captured Tent Post 1
The burning pain from the arrow wound in his thigh just fueled Rayolun's anger. How could he have let himself be caught by these blundering idiots? They didn't even know how to hunt in the jungle and yet... He was currently being dragged through the camp; not an easy feat when he kept struggling back and was quite heavy himself. He didn't shriek like the other he saw the Oban's dragging; he fought in silence. One leg was out, but that didn't mean he couldn't use the other to trip or lash out, and when one got too close: he'd twist and pull them closer so the knee could do more damage. Having two other adults hoisting him made it harder, but he was able to bite, elbow, kick and almost get an arm free to punch often enough that they were very bruised and peeved.
He knew it was a losing fight; he was captured and nothing he could do about it till his leg healed a bit and he could walk. But he wasn't going down without a fight!
Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 7:25 pm
BarAmal – capture tents, prisoner Post 1
BarAmal groaned and rolled over looking up at everyone else who was in the tent with him. He had been stripped of his weapons and yet somehow had managed to fall asleep after being dragged to the oban camp kicking and biting. One of the first people he noticed was a clearly heavily pregnant woman who really should be in a healer’s tent and not in these conditions. He also notice an angry earthling who seemed to have some injury to his leg. There was some noise nearby where someone was yelling something about being a slave. BarAmal’s head hurt too much to really understand it all. He just wanted the ache in the back of his head to stop for a few moments while he put together all that had transpired. He had been back along the road looking for Ta’ruk’s dead parents when there had been a net a struggle and mercifully or perhaps less so he had been incapacitated and knocked out. After that the trip to the oban camp was a blur of being half awake then being put back to sleep the hard way. He didn’t even remember if he had put up a fight when they dragged him into camp.
Her father was going to kill her. She knew that much. He had no idea that she had escaped from the noble camp to assist in the war efforts. If he saw, or someone told him? She would never be allowed to leave the house again. She would literally be put under lock and key for the rest of her days.
...wasn't that exciting?
She listened to their captives wailing and eyed the one that she and Naevius had taken in. The green-skinned woman seemed oddly calm, considering some of her peers. She nibbled her lip and looked around the camp. Where could she be the most useful? Her knowledge of healing was basic at best, and there were so many actual healers around. She had no particular experience with weapons. For now she only stood, unsure.
He wiped the back of his hand across his chin and cracked his neck. As of the moment, he was not of much use. His specialty was in the care of the beasts, not of weapons or half-drunk soldiers lost in revelry. The blood of the battlefield was not for him.
A man by the captive tents was yelling... no, it was a captive himself. He had every right to be indignant. This wasn't exactly a pleasant time in the world. It had been interesting at first to see the different types the Tendajians came in. There were large, green-skinned women and all sorts of people with similar features in all different colors. Some were weeping, though. Some were frightened. Others were incredibly angry. He wasn't entirely sure why prisoners were necessary. Was it meant to sway the other side? He was fairly certain it was only pulling families apart.
The young man tipped back a water skin and sighed. Really, he was at the beck and call of his boss and didn't have to worry about much else.
Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 9:57 pm
Sawenah: Post 1 Location: Captured Tents ---> Wandering Aimlessly
The throbbing in her head hadn't ceased since the battle in Neued, but the healers declared that they could do no more for her and sent her out into the camp where she was promptly escorted to the rest of her kind - The Captured.
Shuffling out among the "tents" provided she saw only the defeated. Moral was very low among the captured, and there was little sign of improvement any time in the future. Finding a clearing at the base of a tree she sat on the earth leaning against the trunk to get an overview of the bleak camp sight.
Everything was still a blur, her fate hadn't sunk in yet. She has been stripped of her valuables, left with peasant clothing. Her hair was a mess and her head still pulsed intensely. Pulling her legs to her chest Sawenah rested her head against her knees and tried do get the sharp pain in her head to dull slightly.
It was almost amusing, the fact that he was being escorting by a good amount of Oban soldiers after his capture. He glanced to one side, taking in the look over the pair of them that it took to carry his massive shield, before looking forward once more. He'd been careful to get too close to where the Obans were located on purpose, but making sure that it was in a way that would make it seem like an accident. He also make sure to fight those who came at him as well, wanting to put up enough of a fight that it didn't seem suspicious, but not enough of a fight that he would ware himself out. If he was going to get into the Oban Camp, to see who all they had in their grasp, and help to get them out, then he was going to have to keep his energy up. He hoped that his trusty shield wouldn't be sacrificed to get the in and out, but at least he had a back up back at the Tale Camp. If he had to leave his shield behind to make sure that everyone else got out safely then it was a sacrifice that the big Fortress was willing to make.
As he went he spotted an Oban he knew, one that he'd crossed paths with a fought in the past, but he didn't spot his little magic wielding friend anywhere. He found himself for a wondering where the other one might be, but told himself that he couldn't be worried about that pair. Sure, he wanted nothing more then to bury a fist into their faces for what the pair had done to him in the past he had a much more important job ahead of him. One that was going to be difficult given the look of this place and the number of soldiers they had. Not to mention those monstrous beasts that served them. What he'd give to have his son's control of animals, he'd turn them on the Obans. Given he didn't have that strange sort of magic that Aysun had he would just focus... and hope that he was kept the same everyone else were. If everyone was in one place it would make getting out easier.
As they got to the tents, heavily guarded ones surrounded by cages, his escort suddenly grabbed hold of him before throwing him forward into the cage of sorts. He hit the ground, rolled a couple times, then stayed down on his side. He turned his attention to the group of them, glaring at them, before he watched them go on their way, laughing as though they had done something magnificent. Rolling onto his back he gave a bit of a sighing sound, alright, well... here he was. Now he could only hope that this turned out the way that he hoped he thought to himself, sitting up right. Looking around the area he took in the others that had been taken in a thoughtful manner, sizing them up. He was deciding upon who might be useful to his plan for escape... but everything seemed to go out the window when he spotted Senja. He didn't know her personally but she was a Shifter and a pregnant one at that.
It was something that made his eyes go rather wide, "Oh Hells." He muttered to himself, realizing instantly that she was going to complicate things but he was here and there was no turning back now. If nothing else he could always carry her out, he'd bet anything she was lighter then his shield meaning he'd likely be able to run out with her if the need arose.
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Senja: Prisoner in Captured Tents (she is preggers)
Rayolun: Prisoner in Captured Tent 
